Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
June of 44,
Brick,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.